Bowser’s 8 children just sat in the hospital’s waiting room. In a few minutes they would find out if their father would come out dead or alive after being poisoned from mere chinese food.
“Let’s just think... If our dad does die wouldn’t that mean…”
“How about we try to think the best and not the worst?” Lemmy suggested.
Iggy shook his head, disagreeing. “No. If we think the best our hopes will only go too high. We need to think of what would happen to us if our dad dies, because we will probably be given a few options of what to do...”
“If Dad dies, would that make us orphans? Would we have to go to an orphanage? Because I hate orphanages!” Wendy said in horror.
“Why do you hate them so much? We aren’t living in Oliver Twist’s time.”
“Have you even seen their uniform?”
“Relax, Wendy! I have a good feeling that our mom is still alive, so we aren’t orphans.”
“It doesn’t matter if she is dead or alive, we have no one to raise us, and since I doubt anyone would want to adopt Bowser’s kids, I think you’d better get used to that uniform, Wendy.”
“Ohhh!” Wendy then started crying. “This is so sad!”
“What’s even more sad is that you are crying over clothes and not your dad’s death,” said Larry.
“Yeah! And you should be the saddest, Wendy, since he is the one that got you everything your spoiled little butt ever wanted!”
“Can you really put enough poison in Chinese food to kill someone?” Bowser Jr. said, changing the subject.
“I guess...” Iggy said.
“Who wants to kill our dad?” Larry asked.
“Mario...” Iggy easily answered.
“No, Mario would never kill Daddy.”
“Why wouldn’t he?”
“Mario is too much of a good guy to do that!”
“I doubt the poison was that toxic that it would kill our big, strong dad.”
“Strong? Princess Peach beat him at arm wrestling!”
“You know, I think we are lucky he is dieing now and not before, with all those fights…”
“Ok, let’s stop thinking the worst! Our dad is alive! No doubt about it!” Larry was sick of arguing.
“He might, but like I said, do NOT get your hopes that high, guys!”
“Would you just stop being negative all the time? We are sick of it! You’re making us feel all depressed!”
“I am just looking at it the real way! Did you even see Dad before we took him to the hospital?!”
Then a nurse came in the room and all of the Koopa Kids’ jaw dropped at what they saw. It was Dixie Kong!
“Dixie!”
“Yeah?”
“You work here?”
“Yes! All of the Kongs work at the hospital now! It’s our new gig! Since we don’t star in our own videogames very much ever since YOU KNOW WHAT bought out YOU KNOW WHO.”
“But I thought Wario and his family ran the hospital?”
“They did, but you know, there were too many “accidental” deaths, so, yeah..”
“Look, is our dad safe or not?!”
Dixie smiled. “He is fine. This was far from serious, not even hospital-worthy. We just need Doctor Donkey Kong to see his clipboard to confirm he is fine, and he and all of you kids are out of here!”
They all sighed. They had done all of that worrying for nothing. “Told ya thinking negative was bad!” Larry said.
Then Dixie walked back in Bowser’s room. “Hey!” Iggy called.
Dixie then turned around. “What?”
“Why are you going back in my dad’s room?”
“Ohh, nothing important... Bye!” Dixie then quickly closed the door.
Iggy had a suspicious look on his face. “Stop being such an annoying little detective! I am sure she is doing nothing!” Lemmy said.
“We’ll see. We’ll see…”
In Bowser’s hospital room, his eyes slowly opened. He’d had the worst night of his life! What an awful dream. When his eyes opened he saw that someone was writing on his hospital clipboard.
“H-hey...” Bowser said. “What are you doing?”
The person just dropped the clipboard and ran off. Then Doctor Donkey Kong and all of Bowser’s 8 kids came in the room.
“Let’s see the data we got from you on this nice and obviously truthful clipboard!” said Donkey Kong as he read to himself. He then gasped.
“What? What is it, Doc?”
“Ugh. Kids, your Dad has Pongo Wrongo disease.”
“What’s that?” Morton asked.
“Well it’s- Aaaaaaah!!!” Donkey Kong then ran for the hills.
“W-what is that?”
“Is it contagious?”
“Can it kill us?!”
“Kids...” Bowser said calmly.
“Iggy! You go to that computer and Google whatever disease that was. Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!”
Iggy then ran to the computer, turned it on, and Googled the disease.
“What does it say?!”
“Ugh, kids...” Bowser said, trying to say that the data was fake.
“Umm, okay, it says Pongo Wrongo is an extremely rare disease where bacteria enter the body and start by formatting brain cells until the patient starts hallucinating. The bacteria then slowly enter other important areas of the body and within 48 hours kills the human (or Mushroom, reptile, monkey, etc) with the disease. Oh wow...
“Is there a cure?!”
“Umm...” Iggy then skimmed through the Internet article. “It is possible to survive with the disease but they must live in a special hospital in an air bubble for the rest of their life and take 100 shots per day.”
“Ugh, Iggy! What does that say right there?!” Wendy pointed at a section on the website.
“Pongo Wrongo disease is extremely contagious… especially to those 18 or younger...”
“We are 18 or younger!!!”
All the kids turned to their father.
“Hi,” he said.
“Aaaaaaah!!!” they all yelled and ran out as quickly as they possibly could.
Soon all of the kids had to take a shot because they were around Bowser for a few minutes and they might have caught the disease. “Good news, children, you are all safe!” Doctor Donkey Kong told them.
Everyone sighed. What a relief! “But I thought you said our dad was fine?”
“We thought he was fine, until the clipboard told us otherwise. We are going to have to interview your dad so we can find out more.”
“How are you going to interview him without catching the disease?”
Doctor Donkey Kong then snapped his fingers and a few hospital employees brought out Bowser, who was in a gigantic rubber bubble. “He isn’t going to spread this disease to anyone!” Doctor Donkey Kong said proudly.
“I don’t even have the disease!” Bowser said, angry.
“Denial! That is one of the signs of Pongo Wrongo! How are you so sure that you don’t have the disease?”
“I have good evidence that I do not have it!”
“What is that? The clipboard said you do! The clipboard is never wrong!”
“I saw a blonde nurse change the clipboard!” Bowser then looked around. “YOU!” he said, pointing to Dixie Kong.
“Who, me?”
“Yes you! You changed the clipboard! Why are you doing this?”
“Oh, that is nonsense! I did no such thing as that!”
“Then why did you go back to Bowser’s room right before his clipboard said he had it?”
“Bowser’s room is a shortcut to the bathroom! Gosh!”
“This clipboard is obviously real! You can tell!”
“Let me see the clipboard,” Iggy said Donkey Kong gave Iggy the clipboard. “How come the part that says Dad has the disease is written in pencil?”
“Hmm...” Donkey Kong said as he studied that fact. “I don’t know... I think you are on to something, kid! But this isn’t enough evidence to let Bowser out of here!”
“Then what is?”
“He is going to have to take a shot.”
“Ok!” Bowser said, agreeing.
“Bring out the needle, boys!” DK called.
Then two huge and strong gorillas carried
the biggest and longest needle Bowser had ever seen.
“That is the biggest and most longest
needle I have ever seen!”
“It should be, it is a world record!”
“For the longest and biggest needle ever?”
“No! The most painful needle ever! And to think that we only need to put it in your body for five hours.”
“F-f-five hours?!”
“Yup.”
“Ok, I am NOT doing that. Is there anything else I can do to prove I don’t have the disease?”
“Well if you do not show any signs of having it within the next 48 hours, we will have to let you out the bubble. Then you will have to sign a few papers and then BAM, you will be out to live your life!”
“Ok, thanks Doc!”
“No problem!”
“Hey, what are the signs?”
“Well the first one is scale loss. So if you get that then we will put you in the bubble and you will have 100 shots per day and you will live at this hospital! Ha ha! I have to go now, work on other patients! Peace!
“Hey wait!” Bowser said.
The doctor turned around. “Yeah?”
“Can you make Dixie NOT be here for the next 48 hours?”
“If I do that will you have no other excuses if you show any signs?”
Bowser nodded. “Yes.”
“Ok Dixie, come here!”
Dixie then ran to her boss. “Sup?”
“You are going to have a paid vacation for the next two days!”
“Oh really?! Wait... There is a catch, isn’t there?”
“Nope!”
“Oh great! When do I start?”
“Now, go.”
And Dixie then quickly ran out of the hospital.
“She really hates this job,” Donkey Kong said.
“So what do I do now?” Bowser asked.
“You go back in your room.”
It took Bowser a while but he finally fell asleep in his bubble. When he woke up he saw that he was no longer in his bubble! Someone must have somehow popped it without him waking up. Then he looked to his right and saw someone was shaving his arm. The person was in a mask so Bowser didn’t know who it was. He saw his scales falling off. Bowser tried to choke the person to death but they quickly ran off.
“Hey you, come back here!” Bowser yelled, but of course they didn’t come back.
Then Donkey Kong came in. “Well, let’s see what happened this morning.”
“Ugh, Doc!”
Doctor Donkey Kong gasped.
“Some person in a mask shaved my scales off!”
“I thought you promised not to make up excuses!”
“I am making nothing up!”
“I am not listening to you. Like I said, you will be living in a special hospital room and will receive 100 shots per day for the rest of your life!”
“Do I have to?” Donkey Kong asked.
“Unless you wanna die!”
Bowser sighed. He knew it was pointless for him to continue insisting that he didn’t have the disease. The doctor wouldn’t believe him.
“When do I start?”
“In exactly 24 hours!”
“But... What about my kids?”
“Don’t worry, I will tell them your fate!”
“NO! I mean who will raise them?!”